Wednesday, March 28, 2012

It was late October. The sunbent low over the street as the cabshurried away from us. I liked the wayshe was funny, the cadence of it,every third sentence oozing into a laugh.

October. A good time to fall in love.My hands shook from cold and a little fear.Some of it real, more of it imagined.I didn't like the dark and also worriedI thought of love the wrong way and thenworried about something stupid I wasabout to do, but then she'd laugh andslip a hand down to my hip andpush me away a little before coming close.

They shook for the last timethree years later. I'd forgotten about herand fell in love in another city.The sun dropped the samebut I'd gotten over all that and howher huge blue eyes funneled in on words that Ihad lost my gift for using. They're still therethe way she's still there, like October is therewhen it's spring and everything's better.